Was that at the ground end or the Causeway end? It's weird the things you remember, because I never remember going there. I do remember there was a newsagent/off-licence just near the ground and when we were about 13-14 if I went with my mates we would ask older fans to get us some cigs or cans, but we usually gave up after about half an hour of being told to get lost.

It was usually The Hut on Wash Lane, now Cantilever Chippie, after the game for us.

From about the age of 3 we lived on Burgess Avenue so could hear the cheering from our back garden on match days. I remember my dad taking me to A team games when I was little but only started going properly when me & a couple of mates would sneak in for free for the last 10 mins or so of games when they opened the gates.

Got me hooked and I was a season ticket holder for many years, did home & away and A team games too for a good few seasons.......my proudest moment was having my car number plate read out over the tannoy at half time in an A team game coz I was parked illegally!.....well, that and being in the same class at Boteler as a certain Paul Cullen.

Not lived in Warrington for over 25 years but still try to make every home game and am super excited to see GI in a Wire shirt.

Junior school gave away tickets in the late 70's. Straight away, I was hooked.
Then, in the early 80's, the family moved to the Wilderspool area, and our front door was a five minute walk to Fletcher St.
A year after that, John Bevan and Ken Kelly visited our school, and gave out leaflets for season tickets. Umpteen season tickets later (though none in the last decade), I'm still here..

I reckon I'm fairly balanced as a fan. I'll "blow smoke.....", when we're doing well, but I'll also criticise when needs be. No point being a doom merchant OR a happy clapper. You HAVE to take the rough with the smooth in this life.

Like a few others on here I was taken by my dad to watch the games at Wilderspool, normally after a bad week because I had been playing in the brook again and fallen in, or I had lost my clogs. I always considered it a punishment to get me out of the house so mother could get a bit of R & R. We would catch a bus to town then walk down Bridge St and across Bridge Foot. Dad always treated us to a seat in the old wooden stand so it wasn't until several years later that I became acquainted with the urine pools in the Fletcher end. I was very young and I can remember my first highlights of a rugby match to be the entrance of the gladiators coming out of the tannoy, watching the trains shunting up and down the line, and then St John's ambulance with their sheet at half time collecting and dodging the pennies and three pence bits being thrown by the half time crowd. After several 'punishment' trips I began to recognise individual Warrington players. Jack Fraser was the first from the tannoy, and I felt really sorry for Brian Bevan. I remember thinking he must be really poor because he looked like an old man and had more bandages wrapped around him than an Egyptian mummy, yet he still had to turn out to earn a few bob at the weekend. At some point, after I had learned to recognise all the players, I was hooked on rugby league..... unfortunately we moved to Southern Ireland just before I turned 11 and that put a stop to my rugby for a couple of years.

It was the ground end of Priory Street, and Marshall's was the name of the shop (who did a great trade on match day). There was nothing like a bag of hot chips to warm your hands on after a midweek game.

Done the falling in the brook on a few occasions, but had to laugh about your clogs reference. Did they float off down stream, or were they misplaced in a separate incident?

The clogs were a bit of an exaggeration. It was my gym pumps, lost somewhere in the changing rooms at Oakwood Ave after we had been in the assembly hall, listening to some weird music and "pretending to be a tree in a gentle breeze".

Dad took me along at an early age ... Fraser, Bevan, Challinor, Brindle. Gilfeddar to name but a few.
Went to Bevs final match vs. Leigh and was in the corner with my sister when he scored early on (we are both on the photo. which is often shown of that try). I do remember being allowed to run on the pitch (such was the excitement). We also stayed behind after the game when Bev came out to thank the crowd and we sang Waltzing Matilda.
We lived past Appleton Thorn and there wasn't much there then. I too remember the "Football Pink". If the result came through that we had won away there was not much doubt that the car would be revved up and we would be off to Stockton Heath (just over the swing bridge) and I would be sent in to get it and read it on the way home. A few days later I would cut out the report and stick it in the Wire scrap book.

There were/are a few Wire fans now from Wales, after the N Wales team at Wrexham went tits up. They started coming to watch Wire instead. Arsenal Al is pally with them.

Dad played 24 games for the Wire back in the day and was born in Marsh Street...never really had the chance to be an avid fan growing up as we had moved to London by then: played kick and clap at school and university but always used to watch the RL on the BBC on Saturday afternoons and admired the skill compared to what I was playing. By the time I was more mobile after university I had moved out of the country so couldn't get to matches. Of the choice between Warrington, Halifax and Salford (my dad's teams), Wire was the only one, being dad's hometown club. Discovering family in Warrington a couple of years ago just cemented the conviction.

Born in Warrington, grandads, dad and uncles all big Wire supporters so it was inevitable. First went to a game in the early 80's after moving back to Warrington from Chester. Think my first game was a tour match v the Kiwis. Held a season ticket for a few years from about 84 to 91. Then moved away to University and work in the South. Get back to games whenever I can..although the proliferation of mid-week games makes this harder. My own family (wife and two kids) are all Warrington supporters now as well. Poor buggers. Hoping to see us win the big one at some point in my lifetime!! Not much to ask is it?

I was not born in Warrington, my grandad Arthur Holt was born and bred in Warrington lived in meadow lane near just by longbarn lake, (the family would go to up to see my Nan and grandad, spent many a times walking around the lake, as a young lad it seemed massive, a few years ago I went back round there to see if it was still there, I was amazed how small it was and there was no fishermen on it, it was always packed years ago.) many memories of a lad in early teens was when rugby league was played in winter and remember my mum loved to watch her home town Warrington on the tv and by the end of the match you could hardly tell who was who due to the mud. The only player I remember was Kirk Sorrenson from Widnes. Anyway back to real time bout ten years ago living in Hatfield in a flat got in to rugby league watching on the tv. It was only natural to support the Wire. My first match I went to I took my mum to the challenge cup final against Huddersfield. The year after I went to a few games and met Yed, two years ago had a season ticket in the south stand. Hope to get a new one this year. It’s strange how you don’t realise what you missing to it’s gone same with most things in life, but have missed watching the wire massively over the last year. Can’t wait to be back in the South-stand.

Being from Derbyshire it was football or nothing, neither code of Rugby ever got a mention. I watched a lot of football but was getting disillusioned with the amount of cheating the players were doing on the pitch, diving especially. My job saw me arrive in Manchester and I had watched a few Challenge Cup matches on the BBC and thought I’d like to watch a live match to see what one is like. I went to Wilderspool for the first match of the season, and after going through the turnstiles had a strange feeling of being “at home”. I was hooked and didn’t miss a home game for the rest of the season and went to many of the away matches too. That first season – it was 2002, the season that still brings many Wire fans out in a cold sweat !

I didn’t know I had any links with Warrington until I started tracing the family tree a few years ago and find that only 4 generations above me was the Owen family from Croft and Winwick. I haven’t found any links yet, but I do wonder if members of my family used to stand on the terraces at Wilderspool, many years before I did.

Didn't really grow up watching the rugby as my Dad moved over to the UK from a place where they hardly play sport, but would watch on TV out of interest as I lived south of the town. My Grandad on my mum's side went to the famous Cup Final Replay, so when I was invited as a 16 year-old to watch us nearly win the league in '94 I became hooked. Hardly missed a home game for years then moved out of the UK for 9 years and had to watch from thousands of miles away. Been all over the world though so have been spreading the word about the Wire and RL in general! Moved back to UK few years ago, but I tend to work weekends which makes it difficult to attend matches, even though I only live about 25 miles away.

Was it at Sankey Primary by any chance? This was also my first game, and I did the course with Kev Tamati. Not 100% but think it was against one of the Hull teams. Never really got into it after that as I was rubbish at rugby, and had no family supporting the Wire so it was a long time between games but ended up at the HJ circa 2007/8 with a free ticket off a mate and it kinda snowballed from there.

Quite a lot of Stains in my extended family so I could've turned to the dark side had I been given a shove earlier, but luckily I saw the light and I've been a season ticket holder for over 10 years now, wouldn't have it any other way. 2019 at Wembley was a special day